Bella Imperia: The things I don’t say

I hate you.
I want to hate you.
I want to hate you with every fiber of my being.
I want you gone—
from my heart,
from my soul.

I want to forget the feel of you,
to be numb to your presence.

I hate you.
Why won’t you let me hate you?

Why does my heart still hope?
Why does my soul still whisper your name—
soft as a ghost,
gentle as regret?

Why does my body still ache
for the brush of your hand?

Why do I still hope?

Please—
Let me hate you.
I can’t give you more reasons
to destroy me.

Please—
I hate you.

I hate you.

I…
still love you.

-Bella Imperia